This is a song about "Pigs in a blanket"

The day you're matchin me is when some flying pigs have departed

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Them to the pigs while their alive and hang them by leads

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Lyrical assualt pigs arresting me for battery

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Sirens blaring pigs believe im caring but lately you hear me tearing

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips